Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-10-03

cowntn on ter buy her weddin' gown
with, an that had ter be TOXIN in
consideration. So altogether twus crnough
ter puzzle two Philadelphia lawyers ter
git at the rights of it, let erlone county
squire with jest sense ernough to keep
out er the fire.
Il went ter the trial: most everybody
did. I've seen foth-er-July. shootin'
matches, whar Robinson county WIS tho
hes man on the ground. dog fights and
gander pullins that swum in hard cider;
gin al muster an night after lection, but
sho's I'm n white man that trial took
the rag often the bush. All hands WIS
thar. Jim, Bill Bets an the witIder.
Jim had got the ole squire To come fer his
side. He nigh laughed hiSself into a lit
about il all, an If he'd er stayed thar
might have been some sense TO il at the
end. But jest as Cowper wus gittin'
recdy ter open court yur come er nigger
galioping up. Ole marster, ole marster.
de bees is er swarmin' Miss Sophy say
come home an Off he posted fer he'd
leave his own funeral do bleeve ter hive
or swarm.
Jim looked pretty blank when the ole
feller went Off with sich er straight coat
| tail, an wanted ter put of the trial, fer,
btS4'ttS tfilS. -tbb tHtl ne
or ter show that the dog WIS er faar
angel with legs an er tail, wus 'flicted
with biles, an had writ ter Squire Cowpcr:
i got your supeny two the trial wood
q come ef Good n rode But that didn't
suit COwper.
Fact is, he wus so busy smirkin' at
Bets an dodgin' the widder, he didn't
have the sense of er horse fly, fer he'd
buried his wife jes' three weeks before
an the widerwer WIS comm on him
pretty bad. So he opened cote-after er
fashion. Bill Hines wanted ter swar his
self ter save coats, but Jack Weems
stopped that; an arter they'd hunted up
er Tcstament-Cowper would'n fetch out
his big bible fer fear Bets ID read how fur
back he WIS married fust-they'd d all done
thar SWARM. Bill ter the cuSsin': Jim
ter his dogs peaceableness; the widter ter
her turnip greens, and Bets ter her gCs-
Inns. Then they all talked ter once fer er
spell. Cowper sot with his head down,
like er sheep KILN dog, pcrtendn' ter
look up the law in the case
AT last he sortcr Strengthened up an
gin judgment. jim, he said, was 10 pay
Bill for the cussin 500 50 and costs. Bill
was TO pay JIM so for his dog. seein he
was a genuine bench legged flee, with no
let go about him. The bull mus spen the
summer in er lot with er ten rail stake an
rider fence: an Bill must pay Bets for her
Eosins outen the balance er Jim's fine
10 really think the critter tried ter split
he difference amongst um as even as he
could, to sorter satisfy all hands, but he
WIS mistaken. Bill swore he d be hanged
if he paid for any deg or goslins either.
Bets busted out a-cryin'. oh, Jack, we
ca-an't marry twell Christmas The
widder whimpered that she didn't see
what them as had poor orphan children
was ter do. They hadn't no friends. and
if that there bull weren't ordered shot she
couldn't neither go 10 meetin' nor gather
blackherries the whole summer.
''.Iim' Oh. we'll! He didn't say
nothin' at first: he was SO mad he couldn't,
but arter while he marches up ter Jack,
an ses zee. Mr.. Weems, you seem ter he
the ingine of this ycre machine Will
You please tell me if it's right an lawful
for his honor % Squire Hines, ter be
both plaintive, jedge. an attorney all his
his own self! Pears ter me like amt
got no show at all want er repeal, AN
will You tell me how ter git it,
" Easy enough ses Jack mighty
short-ye See, he was sick an 'shamed er
the Whoie thlng-leS make oath that you
can't git justice on 'cownt er personal
bias, an take the whole thing ter circuit
court
"'I'll do that with as good er grace as
ever l eat er watermillion, Jim said,
Sorter snortin'. You fix the papers. an
thar she goes, ef it takes all next year. l |
'acks er heap or bein' satisfied, tell YOU
Ne too, an Me too ses Bill an the
widow, while Bets cried haraer'n ever,
though ole Cowper WAS a-beggin' her ter |
go in, an let his gals show 'er the star |
sn' feathers quilt they WIS a-makin'.
AN then the hull thing busted up in |
row, an thar's two 'peals an cr re-
plevin' suit, an who knows whut else. ter |
make money an fun fer you lawyers these |
Eek five Years. Yes. sir, Poverty row
pritty well owns the county, but it's |
mostly because we're fools enough ter let |
ye, an 'lect such bigger fools rs Bill |
Hines ter office. But that's er case, an |
no mistake; an hope. jedge, you're on |
my side. IS. NJ. 4. G." in New Ycrk |
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